MORTIMER
They know
That private conferences have been held
At Aubespine's —
LEICESTER
What's that to me?
MORTIMER
They know, too,
That the assassin —
LEICESTER
That is your affair —
Audacious wretch! to dare to mix my name
In your detested outrage: go; defend
Your bloody deeds yourself!
MORTIMER
But only hear me.
LEICESTER (violently enraged)
Down, down to hell! Why cling you at my heels
Like an infernal spirit! I disclaim you;
I know you not; I make no common cause
With murderers!
MORTIMER
You will not hear me, then!
I came to warn you; you too are detected.
LEICESTER
How! What?
MORTIMER
Lord Burleigh went to Fotheringay
Just as the luckless deed had been attempted;
Searched with strict scrutiny the queen's apartments,
And found there —
LEICESTER
What?
MORTIMER
A letter which the queen
Had just addressed to you —
LEICESTER
Unhappy woman!
MORTIMER
In which she calls on you to keep your word,
Renews the promise of her hand, and mentions
The picture which she sent you.
LEICESTER
Death and hell!
MORTIMER
Lord Burleigh has the letter.
LEICESTER
I am lost!
[During the following speech of MORTIMER, LEICESTER goes up and down as in despair.
MORTIMER
Improve the moment; be beforehand with him,
And save yourself – save her! An oath can clear
Your fame; contrive excuses to avert
The worst. I am disarmed, can do no more;
My comrades are dispersed – to pieces fallen
Our whole confederacy. For Scotland I
To rally such new friends as there I may.
'Tis now your turn, my lord; try what your weight,
What bold assurance can effect.
LEICESTER (stops suddenly as if resolved)
I will.
[Goes to the door, opens it, and calls.